Lesler looked around at the pig cop, and the men and women in the room through the glass pane. He smirked his psychotic smirk, struggling against his restraints. Those women had children. Sweet, vulnerable children… He laughed. The onlookers merely gazed, stone-faced. “Keith Lesler. You have been convicted of thirteen accounts of kidnapping, twenty-four accounts of first-degree murder, two accounts of grand theft auto, and one account of vehicular manslaughter. Of this, you have been sentenced to death by electrocution. Do you understand this?” “Have you any last words before the execution?”